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1915 Excerpt: ...that it was something that dollars could not
replace. The news of that loss had been sprung upon the elderly
lady, but she had not flinched. Her courage strongly appealed to
Warren. She was a thoroughbred, and as she knew how to take a blow
without showing the pain which it had brought to her, the big
American admired her. He had a way of taking punches in the same
manner, and impulsively he thrust out his hand. Lady Hope Stanger
smiled as Warren's big fingers again gripped her thin, tapering
ones. "I thank you for the manner in which you received the story
of my failure," he said. "And I thank you a thousand times for all
the trouble you have taken," she said simply. "You risked your life
to do us a little service, and we are deeply grateful." There was a
pause as the three stood looking at each other, and the silence was
broken by the telephone bell, which tinkled softly. The phone was
upon the table near which Lady Hope Stanger was standing, and it
was she who lifted up the receiver and put it to her ear. "What is
it?" she asked. "Who?... Why, no, he is not here.... Who is
speaking?" For a few moments she held the receiver, as if listening
vainly for an answer to her question, then she put it down. "Some
one is active," she said, looking at Warren and the girl. "A person
who did not answer me when I asked the name has just inquired if
Mr. Warren was here. That shows espionage of a high order." r "It
was the post-card man," said Alice Harrington. "The little
post-card man that has the funny mouth." "Ah " said Lady Stanger.
"Did he see you? Last evening I wished to address a post card in
his shop, and he made a great effort to see what address I put
upo...